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Saturday, January 07, 2017

Cornucopia







Freezing and bright gray
Still January morning.
The plants are sleeping.











Large car swishes past
With a long exhalation
Of its motor breath.




















Deep in the dark barn
Two cows huddle in the cold
Without a complaint.















Roadside birds scramble,
Rising swiftly to the bush-
Return to the road.















Above the swift stream
Icicles are forming--
Below--waters stream.

















In the mirrored stream
Sky is spreading tree limbs--
Earth is in the air.














Like a large slingshot
Tree holds its neighbor
In its wooden sights.















Cornucopia
With its gift still and frozen--
Ice has filled the pipe.





































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